From the battle just now, both Chopper and George have shown super strength. Even if they are still a little behind him, the two of them combined are enough to make the sword-crazy old man retreat temporarily. Now
Coupled with the fact that Zhuo Yun seemed to be stronger, how could he not frighten the sword-mad old man?
"Uncle, please kill them all quickly and let them go to hell." Muto Changqing, who was still in shock, shouted in panic with a look of horror on his face.
"Shut up!" The sword-crazy old man glared at Muto Changqing with some hatred. He was very disappointed with his brother's son. In this situation, he was completely unable to see the facts clearly. Now it was not about whether he should
These people were killed, but the question was whether these people should let them live.
Wu Teng Changqing, who was shouting, did not expect that his uncle would scold him angrily. He was stunned on the spot after being scolded. As if he had been scolded, he looked at Zhuo Yun and others nervously, especially when he saw the sour expression on Zhuo Yun.
While getting the horrible tattoo, he felt a chill running through his body.
"Your Excellency, for the sake of my Muto family, please show me your noble hand." The old sword-crazy man said with a complex look in his eyes as he asked for compromise.
Hearing the words of the old man Jian Chi, everyone present who knew his experience showed a look of astonishment. It was hard to believe that even when he faced the master of Japanese swordsmanship, Jian Chi, who was still full of fighting spirit and had a sharp edge, could survive in more than ten years.
It was hard for them to believe that after the New Year, he would behave like a young man and compromise.
Although Zhuo Yun didn't know the old man Jian Chi, he could still feel the blood-heated fighting spirit from the old man Jian Chi. He just didn't know why the old man Jian Chi had been trying hard to suppress his fighting spirit and instead wanted to ask him.
Begging for mercy made Zhuo Yun feel inexplicably interested in this old man.
"Okay, I can let you go, but the kid next to you has to stay." Zhuo Yun glanced at Wu Teng Changqing with a cold look, and his naked murderous intent did not restrain at all. He stood four or five meters away.
Wu Teng Changqing outside felt a chill all over his body, and strong fear emerged in his heart, and he hurriedly hid behind the sword-crazy old man.
"Uncle, you can't abandon me. You promised my father to help me. You can't abandon your nephew and leave alone." Muto Changqing, who was really frightened, reached out and grabbed the old man's clothes, full of joy.
He begged with a panicked face. As the second son of the Muto family, he still had a great life, but he didn't want to die here.
The sword-mad old man glanced at Muto Changqing with a disappointed expression. He had only seen this nephew as a playboy before, but he did not expect him to be such a loser.
"Don't worry, uncle won't abandon you. You go aside and wait, don't come close." Sighing slightly, the sword-crazy old man ordered Muto Changqing.
At this moment, Muto Changqing was truly honest and did not dare to have the slightest objection. He carefully hid by the wall four or five meters away and looked at Zhuo Yun and others vigilantly.
After glancing at Wu Teng Changqing indifferently, Zhuo Yun turned his attention to the sword-mad old man. He had to kill Wu Teng Changqing. Although he had not been here long, he also heard some of Wu Teng Changqing's shouts.
He would never be merciful to anyone who dared to touch his woman. Not to mention that Muto Changqing was just the useless second son of the head of the Muto family, Muto Gen. Even if he was the son of the Japanese Emperor, he would never let him go.
"Originally I didn't want to do it. I was lucky enough to get an extremely sharp and powerful samurai sword, and I confidently challenged the major swordsman masters in Japan. But I didn't expect that samurai sword turned out to be a magic sword.
In the constant challenges and battles, I was gradually controlled by the demonic nature. It took me nearly ten years to suppress this demonic nature. From then on, I did not dare to fight with others, nor did I dare to use that demonic knife.
." As he spoke, a gleam of evil intent burst out from the eyes of the old man Jian Chi, and the suppressed fighting spirit in his body burst out. With the outbreak of surging fighting spirit, a faint black energy surged from the body of the old man Jian Chi.
out.
"Young man, it's not too late for you to give up now. I know that you are very strong, but once I become possessed, my strength will increase several times. Even I don't know what I will do by then." Wang Dandan said.
The black-minded sword-mad old man exuded a dangerous aura and said coldly again.
Feeling the aura emanating from the old man Jian Chi, Zhuo Yun also put away his original contemptuous mood. From the black aura of the old man Jian Chi, he felt an evil aura. Even he felt this evil aura.
Feeling a little restless.
"Mei Daizi, lead the others to hide far away." Zhuo Yun turned to Kitano Mei Daizi who was holding Chu Mei'er and ordered.
"Well, be careful yourself." Kitano Midaiko, who had always been very strong since she became the head of the family, nodded in agreement as gently as water.
Kitano Meidaizi and others withdrew to a distance. Even the two Chopper brothers and Zhuo Yun asked them to be responsible for protecting Meidaizi and Chu Meier. After all, the two Chopper brothers were still a little behind in the battle of the truly strong.
He didn't want anything unexpected to happen to these two men who were loyal to him.
"I still say the same thing, you can leave yourself, but your good-for-nothing nephew must stay." Zhuo Yun shouted coldly again without showing any weakness. With his strength now improved, it is already very difficult to find an evenly matched opponent.
It's hard, now that he sees the strange sword-mad old man, he naturally won't let him go like this.
Hearing Zhuo Yun's reply, the sword-mad old man stopped talking. He reached out and inserted the katana he had previously held in his hand back into the scabbard. There was a look of pain on his face, and the muscles of his right arm began to squirm violently. It was an astonishing scene.
As the muscles of the old man's arm squirmed, he appeared in the sight of everyone present.
Some timid people felt their legs trembling slightly when they saw this scene in front of them, and their eyes were full of fear. Muto Changqing almost sat on the ground.
A ferocious black long sword came out of the sword-mad old man's arm. The black long sword was engraved with various ghost patterns, and the hilt was shaped into a ferocious skull.
When the sword appeared, the eyes of the black skull emitted a strange red light.
"What an evil sword!" Looking at the long black sword in front of him that exuded an evil aura, Zhuo Yun couldn't help but be shocked. Compared with it, the Murasame sword, known as the demon sword, was nothing at all.
What, it has simply become a sword of justice that judges all evil. There is almost no comparison between the two. (To be continued.)
